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We have the record orders from Mr. Harding to investigate all female passengers on this train. Mr. Harding? Yes, I'm a United States counter spy. Oh, a counter spy? Well, now, let me see what I have in my handbag. You don't mind. I'd like to look in that bag myself. Bag like you don't trust me. The bag, please. I think this driver's license will do. This is Wilma Gordon 6932 Northwest Peach Tree Street, Atlanta, Georgia. And according to your ticket here, you're going to Atlanta. You're traveling alone, Mrs. Gordon? Yes. And now, if you'll be good enough to tell me why you violated my privacy, your government is searching for Vivian Lawrence, an espionage agent. Ms. Lawrence is clever at using disguises and sorted accents. Accents? Well, I do declare. You think I'm that horrible woman? Pity in our government. My senator shall hear about this just as soon as I... I didn't say you were Vivian Lawrence. I know you're not, Gordon. I'm Vivian Lawrence. As I said, Vivian Lawrence is capable of many disguises and accents. Look, why did you come here? What do you want with me? I need a compartment and a ticket, a means of escape. Mrs. Gordon, you and I are very similar in looks. I've decided we're going to change places. Come with me. No, I'll do no such thing. I'm going to call a port and have you turned over to the police. I'm sure this will change your mind. Shall we go, Mrs. Gordon? If we meet anyone in the corridor here, you will laugh and talk as if we were old friends. Do you understand? Yes. It's coming. You'd better do exactly as I told you. Now, with the hilarious letter from Charles, wasn't it? Oh, you meant it. Stand here near the outside door. What are you going to do? This first, and have your handbag back. Take it. Now, Mrs. Gordon, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. You're making a non-schedule stop. You're going to make me get off this train? The weather counter-spires will see it. Vivian Lawrence, in an attempt to escape, jumped off this train. You're listening to me. Oh, there's no sleeping me, really. I'm standing by it or we hear something on Vivian Lawrence. What gets me, Dave, is where could that dame have disappeared to after she faked that auto accident at the railroad crossing? Oh, Mr. Harding, Agent Braden's on the wire for Bay City with an urgent call. I've switched it to your desk here. All right, Miss Evans, thank you. Harding, go ahead, Braden. The office here from the local police, Mr. Harding. A woman answering Vivian Lawrence's description was found alongside the railroad tracks 20 miles south of here. She must have jumped from a train. The body's pretty much banged up. Peter's and I'll be right down there by plane. Braden, are they sure it's Vivian Lawrence? Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Mr. Harding. I'm here by with papers in it. The papers are labeled formula for artificial mic. Do you have anything in that bag for you? I gave up reading post-postdocs. Don't turn around. There's a gun in your back. Keep pushing that baggage trucker off fire right here. I ain't praying and dying just yet. Keep walking straight ahead to the station office. Believe me, lady, you didn't stake out a likely price for a holdout that much here in Galesport and the way of picking. I think you're mistaken. I think Galesport has everything I want. Just about everything. I'd say she jumped from a train when it was going at pretty high speed. You're satisfied, Chief, that it's Vivian Lawrence? Those formula papers we found in her handbag should be the clincher. They certainly should, Braden. Mr. Harding. What'd you find out, Peter? I made the check with Washington by way of photo, Chief. And we compared the handwriting on the formula with that of its murdered inventor. They're not the same. What? It's a trick. I'm sure now that there's corpse here is another one of Vivian Lawrence's tricks to keep us second-guessing. Braden, did you make a check on the trains passing this point? Yes, sir. It's obvious that the woman was on a southbound train. That's right. Well, what about the trains? The local medical examiner determined the time of death at 11 p.m. The only southbound train that passed this point between 10 and midnight was the flier due to arrive in Atlanta at 6 this morning. 6? That's less than an hour from now. Yeah. Peter, get back to the car. Have a call radio relay to Craig in Atlanta. I want all passengers held on that train when it arrives there. No one allowed to often tell our agents have gone through it with a fine-toothed comb. Right. Now, Braden, what other stops does the flier make between here and Atlanta? Just a one-minute mail stop but a small town called Galesport. Galesport. All right, Braden, get in touch with the station master there. Warning, just in case. Money here in the Galesport station office. You're mad in mistaken. I want only two things from you. The key to your car and information about the Olympian Carnival. Right here in the telegram... Olympian Carnival. I hear it's scheduled to open near here tomorrow night. Exactly what I tell you. Now, begin. Station, right after flier, mail, information... Disregard previous message. Find Vivian Lawrence at... What station, Dave? But so far no answer. I told him to keep trying. Come on, Peters. We're not making a superhuman courage for him to prop himself against the telegraph there. He forced the old man to send the first message. We know now it was another trick to sidetrack us. Find Vivian Lawrence and... And to finish the message. Well, Peters, we're going to finish that message for him. Contact Central Analysis from Morseman. I want the name of every city, town, and hamlet in this country whose name begins with the letters O-L-Y-M-P. Have them radio the list of us here immediately. Ladies and gentlemen, it is only twenty-five cents. It is sure to give you a lifetime of good fortune and happiness. You are, madam. Joaquin, meet me at the ferris wheel in ten minutes. I thought it was you, Vivian. But your disguise, it almost could be. How did you get here? What are you doing? Never mind the questions, the ferris wheel in ten minutes. By that famous laboratory, have you heard the latest news in the Pepsi-Cola story? Yes, there's big news about Pepsi. The cola you've always known was most delicious. The cola you've always known was now shown to be the cola of proven highest quality. That's right. The U.S. Testing Company Incorporated reports you get more quickly ounce for ounce than delicious Pepsi-Cola than any other nationally known leading cola drink. Yes, your Pepsi gives you. Insist on it wherever you may be. When you stop at the fountain, make sure you say Pepsi, please. When you stop at a stand, make sure you say Pepsi, please. And at the store, get Pepsi and the money-saving carton of six big twelve-ounce bottles. Pepsi's six bottles serve twelve refreshing glassfuls, twice as much as the best. And sing the Pepsi song with us. Pepsi-Cola, delicious Pepsi-Cola. What about me in the paper? You stole the formulae for artificial mica. And I've read about you in the papers, Hakeem. Me? I haven't done anything wrong. I happened to pick up a paper on the train, which advertised that the Olympian carnival was playing this district. I saw your name as one of the stellar attractions, so naturally for old times' sake, I did. Then I cannot help you. I'm through with all that. Now really, Hakeem? I am the then. I've changed. America has been good to me. Hakeem, you're not making sense. Since I've changed my ways in the past ten years, I've found out what sense really is, Vivian. Money is the only thing that makes sense. No, Vivian. See all those people down there? Peace of mind and a feeling of trust and belonging to a great and good country like theirs is more than even money can buy. Oh, that's a good one. Few in that cheap tent show talking that way, taking suckers from measly quarter rings. If you believe that a ring will bring luck, then perhaps it may. This foolish talk is just a waste of valuable time. I'll be brief and to the point, Hakeem. I need a place to hide out temporarily. I'm sorry, Vivian. I cannot. A travelling carnival would be the last place the counter-spires would look for me. Vivian, it's no use. No? I'm sorry. Just before, it still makes no impression on me. But I'm sure this gun makes quite an impression on you. Vivian. I would say it's about a fifty-foot drop from here to the ground. You wouldn't do that. Why not? Killing is nothing to me, Hakeem. If you don't hide me there, if you don't do exactly as I ask, I assure you those rings of yours will bring you nothing but the very worst of luck. All right, anything special? It helps instructions have been carried out. The special alert has been sent to all cities, towns, and villages whose names begin with the letters O-L-Y-M-P. Okay, I'll tell him. Where's the sudden change of appetite? Up this street. You hit the turnpike. What's this all about? Vivian Lawrence happened to pick up the local paperback at the diner. In it I saw an item announcing the opening tonight of a carnival on the turnpike between here and Ferndale. A carnival? The Olympian carnival. Olympian? O-L-Y-M-P. Could be, Chief. Very well, could, Peter. Open her up, why? But, Vivian, you cannot afford to keep me here under watch. If I don't appear at the show tent, they will come here to see what is wrong. I know that. But just remember, Hakeem. I expect you to go directly to the show tent and return here without any staff. Is that understood? Understood, Vivian. The snake charm. Wasn't he once tied up for Vivian Lawrence? Yes, back in 1938. But according to our check-up, he's supposed to have changed his way of living. Could be, he's changing as always possible, but I was almost sure Hakeem was sticking to the straight and narrow. So I went through with my performance. Put that snake basket down, Hakeem. Put it down. Aye. You understand this gun, don't you? Now do as I told you. And don't move from that spot. I want you to stand right under the light where I can see that sly face of yours. But what, what is wrong? You wanted to get rid of me. You tried to protect yourself. You called Harding. You told him I was hiding here. No, Vivian, no. I just happened to see him on the midway. I should have known you'd try something like this. But you're not getting away with it. You're going to die. I wouldn't move if I were you, Vivian. The snake. Put off the basket before, as a precaution. The slightest move from you, Vivian, and he'll strike. Hakeem, please. See how he watches you, Vivian, waiting for you to make a single motion. Please, Hakeem. Get him back. You can do it. Yes, all I have to do is play my flute. Well, then play the flute. Knowing that you plan to kill me with that gun. I won't, Hakeem. Move or he'll strike. Listen to me, please. The formula with you, Hakeem. It only... You're not one to be trusted, Vivian. You can trust me now. You can. How do I know you even have the formula? For all I know... I do have the formula, Hakeem. It's right here in my coat pocket, please. Mr. Harding. Yes, Hakeem. We waited until we were sure she had the formula papers with her. Glad to prove to you, Mr. Harding, that I'm really on the right side. And I was right. I would have, Vivian, but they came to me first. Sorry, I had to kill you, Cobra, Hakeem. But we wanted to make sure of taking this woman alive. Oh, you didn't have to worry about that cobra, Mr. Peters. His fangs were removed years ago. Remo... Florence, you were tricked by a toothless cobra. Healthy, strong. She's a country by the throat. 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